My archer’s gaze
is drawn to gold,
the bull’s-eye,
the secret ending of a day,
an orb
inexorably
drawn
down,
disappearing
in the tide.
I can’t look away.
I dream
of stars
in the sea
and in the sky.
Tomorrow
I find
golden glints
in myriad
constellations of sand.
Everything returns.
JoRene Byers grew up on the ancestral land of the Clatsop (łät’cαp). Spending her childhood listening to the Pacific in Seaside, she heard stories of the coast and Neahkanie Mountain, the “place of the Creator.” She lives in the High Desert now, never forgetting the sound of the ocean. Instagram.com/terry.jorene
